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Will I
05:03
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Change the spots to stripes, pass the passersby and in a colour cage... Paint on, paint on. But if I hear a kiss out of water - Will I - As I sit by your grey ocean I’ll remember this out of order - Will I - As my grey ocean and you. The layers flake and fade the sand flows up undoes the day, there are many, many ways to play this hand but even if I fail and wither with her, with her I’ll stay. Seven days and seven nights was all it took to shut my mind and in a colour cage... We could rinse it all away. Or we could take a boat and we could sail our way across these blind black seas to land upon the rainbow angel deep beneath and when the white horses come riding she’ll be the colour cage in my dreams.
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Neap Tide
04:19
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Gentle amber waking in slumber, paw-padded poem, silhouette hums. Drink ‘til the waters be gone. Higher and higher, swing papa higher, sure-fire flown cut like a clone. Loving in motion She eases open doors once unknown, keeping the key in the hole. Try hold on to the ones that mean more than you notice, focus, feeling is feeling... Crystalline order, silent marauder, burnt blood and bone temper the throne. Yet honestly humbled She eases open doors once unknown, keeping the key in the hole. Try hold on to the ones that mean more than you notice, focus, feeling is feeling, the tide is turning. Keep turning, keep turning... Neap tide...
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Lucretius' Lull
05:25
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Thus there is void, intactile, empty space: if there were not, there would be no way for things to move... Stepping in time with the baton we keep going, keeping our minds off the nothing just to hold our heads high. But this is just the way that it is. Thus there is void, intactile, empty space: if there were not, there would be no way for things to move... Stepping in time with the baton we keep going, keeping our minds on something just to hold our heads high, but even as the dust settles and leaves behind these fallen petals there is void, empty space. But this is just the way that it is, it’s how we move... Thus there is void, intactile, empty space: if there were not there would be no way...
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Hold On
02:25
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Hold on to this time...
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River
03:44
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When I step outside like it was once before, the eyes and ears of the world without man Ring through unsure, what was this place? This time before... And the pulsing river shimmers, like a thousand silver fish all aflicker upstream... This ancient field of stone a trip down memory lane painted in a daze, slipping away and all to see is gold, not so pretty anymore, a faded past grows cold... And the pulsing river shimmers, Like a thousand silver fish all aflicker upstream and the water flows, shifting as it slows, never asking where it goes... just go...
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See the fire, burning through the night. See the water, drowning out the light. Watching it waste away dark to light, healing, patching the seams of a half-lived dreaming... And the fire goes up and up, up and up, red and blue forging, flaking the fringe of a half-dreamed living oh no and the fire knows, all these birds were fish... Below the sea. falling up, nowhere to go, nowhere wanting to... So breathe the fire and burn the night and in the aqua sky above with our fins flying high a wave-crested cannibal stepped ashore out from the shell-black ocean floor, his skull scarred infinity. Breaking the wall, the past and the present, with a message of love, death, and descent, infinitely scarred. All these birds were fish... Below the sea, falling up, nowhere to go, nowhere wanting to...
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Silver Fox
04:02
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We saw the rain fall by the yellow street light - shadows at play - We saw the silver fox lead us into the night. Into the last night of excess, where less is more or less. Subterranean syndicate, we’ll linger no longer on this unknown quest. We saw the nothing of the night past the fox’s silver tail
- shadows at play - We wore the grin of a child before the red moonlight, before the ground beneath us was soft, moving like water, like wine. With white eyes and black bodies, we swore, we paused... Comfort me away, I want to be one with your nightmares. you can walk by my side, you silver fox. Before the ground beneath us was soft, moving like water, like wine. With white eyes and black bodies, we swore, we paused... Comfort me away, I want to be one with your nightmares and as I walk by your side, I will hold you inside my silver box.
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Onyx
02:20
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Colour Cage Sydney, Australia
Colour Cage are three friends who have made music together on and off for over 15 years. Occasionally they get their act together to make the things they record publicly available. Send them a message if you like it and the frequency may or may not increase! ... more
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